How Sad Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

How sad that when you die
You do not even know
Eternally where you will lie,
Perhaps adrift, in galactic limbo?

How tragic, when the Way is there
Each day it's laid before you,
Yet blocked inside and under
By Pride, a self-righteous halo!

How final will the outcome be
As Damnation claims its own,
To late for choices then, you see,
When consuming fires have blown.

How foolish then to play a gamble
With one's soul, to win or lose?
A toss of the dice won't be able
To declare the Truth we must choose.

Two destinations surely tell
Where we all will finally go-
God's Word says there's a Heaven and Hell,
So now, where do you want to go?